stigmas and selfie sticks

arms stiff and stuck in rigid positions, extended outward and blindly reaching into uncharted places as if the space in front of you is dark. unabated narcissism sparked by the collective trauma of a generation stripped of its direction, flailing about and failing to recount partitioned pieces of the recently-deceased egos. falling into the void and avoiding a malevolent deity, imperfect and impersonal, replacing it with ripped slips of reprocessed green from trees who's value is retrieved from the gleaming ether, images seen with either one eye keen or the face of a man famous for flying a kite with a filed key. cloud static and thunder conducting a symphony of lightning and sound, manifesting itself in innumerable screams hidden behind the screens projecting scenes of webpages and timelines on social media where pages refresh at a rate of 60 hz, that's 60 cycles per second, 60 seconds per minute, 60 minutes per hour. 216,000 pleas for validation every time one of the hands on the clock moves a meager 30 degrees.